Trading Loads at the Bookstore

 Jackson—January, 2022

After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened.  I returned at the very end of the month.  The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars.  It was crowded…

 

I make the tour of the entire lounge.  There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action.  I go to the alcove in the gay area.  Both chairs are empty and I sit in the one that puts my back to the hallway.  The bigger gay section has one man in it who I recognize and remember that I have never see him engage in any kind of play here.

I unzip and pull it out.  This spooks the guy in the bigger area.  He stands up and leaves.  The porn here is average, but I am horny.  My cock stands right up.  I keep hearing the main door open and close.  I am guessing a lot of men are taking it to the booths downstairs to suck or fuck. I have been aware of men making the same circuit I had done—but my dick has failed to tempt anyone.

I stroke some more.  I consider buying a ticket to the booths, but I remember hating how little room there is to play in them.  So I stay.  And stroke.

A man has come in.  He shows himself for a half second as he looks at my dick.  He’s masked.  Likely my age.  Decent body under the winter coat.  He seems to be gone again.  I stroke.  And then I feel it.  A hard cock is prodding my shoulder.

I turn slightly.  It’s Mr. Mask.  His just over average white dick is the one poking my shoulder blade.  I hunker down slightly in my seat, take off my mask and begin to suck him.  The guy groans—just barely audible.  He begins a thrusting action into my mouth.  His cock is dripping precum like crazy.  I know he’s going to blow his load as fast as he can before he’s ‘caught’ by some wandering guy.

And I’m right.  Mr. Mask grabs the back of my head and holds me in place.  His cock doesn’t exactly explode with jizz—it sort of oozes out the cum.  But it’s a big load.  He seems to think it’s the best sex ever.  He pats me on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.

*

I am alone for a little while.  Then I zip up and make the tour again.  The talkative Latino with the problematic clean out has arrived.  We chat a little.  He goes to the booths and I go back to the alcove.  This time I’m in the opposite chair—so I can see all the traffic arriving to the two gay video areas.  A 30-something white guy with a terrific beard comes in.  He sits in the chair I was in before.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick.

“I’d really like to suck that cock.  Please?”

I nod.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He takes me to the root the moment his lips touch me.

I inhale deeply.  Fuck!  He’s good.  Silky mouth.  Effortless deep throat.  Thick, active tongue.  The beard on my balls. 

“Damn, you’re good,” I tell him.  “I don’t say that very often…”

He grunts, pleased.  The noise in his throat sends tingles through the length of my cock.

The Latino arrives.  He knows this guy devouring my dick.  He says so and tells me I must be enjoying it.  Then he kneels behind the guy, pulls the cocksuckers unbuttoned pants down, exposing his hairy ass.  The Latino proceeds to rim him.

Fuck.  I want that ass.  With either my tongue or cock, I don’t care which.  The Latino soon tires of the rimjob—when he realizes, even with the extra stimulation, I’m not going to blow a load easily.  He takes off.

My cocksucker needs to get off his knees, too.  He stands.  He moves to the couch in the bigger room.  He sits, with his pants around his ankles.  “Let me blow you some more—I want your load.”

I walk over and feed him my dick.  The bearded sucker has a nice thick cut cock himself.  I still want his ass and decide to see if I can get it.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  He leans back on the couch.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  I manage to wet my middle finger as I start to suck and it begins to worm into the sucker’s tight, hairy hole.  He gasps—but he doesn’t tell me to stop.

I am already at the first knuckle of my long bony finger.  He is breathing fast.  ‘Come on,’ I think, ‘say you’d rather have my dick in there.’  I move to licking his balls.  He strokes his own cock and my entire finger slides into him.  “Oh, fuck me,” he whispers.

My head comes up—just in time to catch his explosion of cum.  I swallow all of it, letting my finger slide out of his ass.

He grins, cleans up, thanks me and says he may be back for more.

I go eat my lunch out in my car…

*

It is likely 45 minutes since the cum appetizer and then my sandwich.  I am back in the chair in the alcove—the one with the view.  I have a fat, uncut cock in my mouth belonging to this guy who looks like he drives truck.  He is constantly telling me:  “I’m gonna give you my load.  Be ready for it.  My big load…” and so on.

There is movement behind us.  It’s the bearded cocksucker.  He has come back.  He goes for my exposed, neglected dick while I continue to suck.  The writings on the wall—with his great mouth and a thick, dripping, foreskinned cock in my mouth, I will be shooting like a fucking adolescent. 

I concentrate on servicing the guy in my mouth—but the cocksucker is so good, I can’t quite do it.  I can feel my balls tighten.  I work harder on the guy in my mouth.  He seems close.  It would be perfect if we could blast at the same time.  I try hard to make that happen.

But it’s too much.  I erupt deep in the bearded guy’s throat.  The trucker-type pulls out of my mouth as I convulse and hang onto the bearded guy’s head.  The bearded cocksucker stays there, just working his throat—milking me dry.

I finally have to pull out.  I am actually speechless.  And panting.

Bearded cocksucker comes up, I think to kiss me.   But it’s not my mouth—it’s to take the Trucker’s load down his throat, so it doesn’t spew all over my chest…